The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fog rolled off the moor in thick, grey sheets that clung to the wool of your coat, a dampness that seemed to seep into the very bones of your thirty-four-year-old frame, settling into the joints with the weight of twenty years of service and the approaching deadline of your pension. You are Elias Thorne, a constable of the County Constabulary, and you stand before the iron gates of...

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